Tianfu.

Tian Motochang knocked on the door of the study.

"Come in." In the study, Tian Huai'an put down the account book and said.

Tian Benchang pushed the door in, and Tian Huaian glanced at him: "How is it?" Did the Li family agree to the marriage? ”

"Nope." Tian Motochang shook his head. Actually, it was expected.

"I told you to die a long time ago, what kind of temper is that old shopkeeper Li? At the beginning, the two families had a quarrel to that extent, and there was no possibility of making peace with haode at all. Tian Huai'an said, after all, the Tian family's trouble that day ruined Li Zhenniang's reputation.

"I know, it's just a little unwilling." Tian Benchang slurred, but it was a pity that Zhen Niang's ink skills were lost.

"It's good to know, in fact, it's really hard to say how Miss Li's ink skills are. After all, there is a Li Jinshui behind her, and those who were interested in it were Li Jinshui who created momentum for her before, so you can't believe it all. Tian Huai'an said.

"Got it, father." Tian Huai'an nodded.

This topic is over.

Tian Huai'an rubbed his temples at this time.

"Father, what's wrong? Is there something difficult about it? Tian Motochang asked.

"Everything has to pay a price, Yunsong Daochang made a great effort for my Tian family in the Gongmo campaign, and now he wants a batch of medicinal ink, and he needs a hundred years of pine smoke, originally we got the Luo family pine field, this pine wood is not a problem, but it didn't come to be, now a pine plague, the entire Huizhou pine field is wasted, this hundred years of pine is hard to find." Tian Huaian frowned.

"Father, now that Gong Moquan is in our family, since our family doesn't have this pine wood, then you can ask other families to requisition it, but my son doesn't believe it. There are dozens of ink mills in Huizhou, and you will not find a century-old pine wood. Tian Motochang pursed his lips and said.

"Hmm. Boss, I'll leave this matter to you. Tian Huai'an said.

“haode。 Father. Tian Moto Chang responded. Then he went out of the study.

……

Early in the morning, Zhenniang didn't sell ink for the past two days, but she walked around Sibao Street.

"All the shopkeepers, do you have waste ink in your Wenfangxuan? I collect waste ink. Passing by the door of a scholar's four treasures shop, Zhen Niang rushed inside.

"Zhenniang, what are you doing collecting waste ink?" The shopkeeper touched his beard and asked curiously.

"I've recently made some ink again, and I've studied a little bit of the doorway, and if I want to try my hand, I'll collect some waste ink. The waste ink of the whole shopkeeper is sold for money or exchanged for ink again. Zhen Niang smiled at the shopkeeper.

"Ink again? That jishu is very demanding. The shopkeeper was a little surprised, in order to make high-quality re-ink, first of all, we must understand the raw materials of waste ink, and all kinds of compatibility must be well understood.

For example, green alum and indigo are easy to cause rancidity, musk chicken is easy to cause moisture, and so on, there are too many things involved.

It's like it's much easier to draw on a blank piece of paper than to change a picture.

Arguably. In the ink industry, re-ink has always been a difficult point for jishu.

"I'll just try." Zhen Niang has been studying the re-and ink left by the third grandfather of the return journey some time ago, and then combined with the research of her own grandfather in her previous life, therefore. I'm a little sure of re-and ink.

"Well, try it, I'll get it for you. If you try it, you can give two pieces and then mix it with ink. If you can't succeed, it's for you to practice. The shopkeeper said cheerfully.

"That's it, Xiexie's full shopkeeper." Zhenniang bowed. Then he went to another Sibaoxuan to ask.

To make a batch of re-ink. There is a lot of waste ink. So charge a little more.

"Zhenniang, are you still collecting ink here? At the door of the Li family's ink shop, the Li family and the Tian family fought. At this time, the owner of a study shop came back from outside, saw Zhen Niang, and couldn't help but say.

"Uncle Fang, what's going on?" When Zhen Niang heard that the Li family and the Tian family were fighting, she couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"I heard that the Tian family found the Li family ink workshop and wanted to requisition the batch of pine wood that your ninth uncle found. If your Uncle Jingdong refuses, the two parties will have a quarrel. "The owner of the surname Fang.

As soon as Zhen Niang heard this, she gritted her teeth, and joked, her ninth uncle drowned in Shendu when he brought this batch of pine wood back, and this batch of pine wood can be said to be exchanged for his life by his ninth uncle, and the Tian family wants to requisition it at this time, so wouldn't it be the life of the Li family.

Thinking about it, Zhen Niang couldn't care about collecting ink anymore, and ran towards the Li family's ink shop with the basket.

When she arrived in front of the Li family's ink shop, the door of the Li family's ink shop was in chaos. On the Tian family's side, the Li family's side has a pile of guys who fell to the ground and screamed in pain, obviously they had already done a fight.

"The surname is Tian, I fought with you." At this time, Li Jingdong was sitting in a wheelchair, staring at Tian Benchang and Tian Rongchang with red eyes.

"I said Uncle Jingdong, once a son of heaven and a courtier, now that our Tian family is in charge of tribute and ink, you have to obediently accept your fate, Songcai, let's transport it away, what about you, look at the age is not young, and you are a cripple, it is better to stay at home, so desperate with others, why bother?" Tian Rongchang, the second young master of the Tian family, was full of ridicule.

It's just that before his words fell, a basin of water splashed on his head.

"Bah, bah, who's going to die." Tian Rongchang asked the basin of water to be splashed into a soup chicken, it was still spring, and the cold water splashed him all over, and he shivered coldly. Jumped to his feet angrily.

"Mouth full of feces, make a basin of water for you to wash." Li Zhenniang glared at Tian Rongchang and said, as soon as she came over, she heard the second duke scolding with a mouth full of feces, plus when the Tian family withdrew from the family, it was also this one who came to make trouble, new hatred and old hatred, a basin of water is already polite.

"Okay." The workers in the surrounding Li Jiamo Workshop cheered.

"You little girl, it's against the sky, look at me if I don't kill you." Tian Rongchang twisted the water at the corner of his clothes and said viciously.

This person said cruel words, but Zhen Niang was only barking as a dog, she returned the wooden basin to her sister-in-law who was washing clothes by the well platform, and then turned around and stood behind Li Jingdong.

The matter between the Tian family and the Li family's ink shop has her own principal to deal with, and she has no part to speak, but since she has met, she has to stand with the Li family, which also represents the attitude of the Li family's eight rooms, at any time, the descendants of the Li family always have to clench their fists.

Tian Rongchang called Zhen Niang's indifferent attitude, and he jumped angrily.

"Okay, second brother, you better go back first. Change your clothes so you don't get frozen. "At this point. Tian Benchang on the side said to Tian Rongchang, this second brother is a dou who can't be helped. It's better to send it home early.

Saying that, Tian Benchang arched his hand towards Li Jingdong: "Uncle Jingdong, there is no way, our Tian family has taken the errand of Gongmo, so we have to wake up and do the errand, and now there is a shortage of hundred-year-old pine, so we have to requisition this batch of pine wood from Li's ink workshop first." If there is something offended, please Haihan. ”

"It's impossible, if your Tian family wants to collect this batch of pine wood, you have to step on my corpse." Li Jingdong said coldly.

"Uncle Jing Dong said that it is not interesting, in short, this batch of pine wood is determined by our Tian family, give you three days to think about it, think about it, if the Li family really does not know the practice, then we can only ask the adults of the Ink Affairs Bureau to come forward, and at that time it will be to prevent the imperial affairs, and it is impossible to say that we will be closed and imprisoned." There's no need. "Nada Motomasa is still a gentle man.

It's just that the words are cold.

"Are you threatening our Li family?" Li Jingdong snorted coldly.

"It's not a threat, it's just a fact, Uncle Jing Dong still has to accept the facts." Tian Benchang arched his hand as he spoke, and left a sentence that I will be in three days. And he took the men and departed.

Li Jingdong's face was pale, and his whole body trembled with anger.

"Uncle Jingdong......" Zhenniang glanced at him with some concern, Uncle Jingdong's temperament was a little cold and extreme. I'm afraid he won't be able to stand it for a while.

"It's fine." Li Jingdong calmed down after a while and waved his hand. Then he waved at the onlookers on the side: "Okay." Let's all go back to work in the workshop, I will discuss this matter with the old lady and Steward Shao. ”

"Yes." The surrounding workers answered. They went back to the workshop to do something, but everyone was a little worried on their faces, and it didn't seem good for the Li family to go down like this.

"Zhenniang, you can go home too." Li Jingdong said lightly at Zhenniang at this time.

"Hmm." Zhenniang nodded, and didn't say much, Uncle Jing Dong was very wary of Bafang, and saying more would cause him unhappiness.

After saying that, he turned around and left, and continued to collect his waste ink.

In the evening, when I returned home, the old shopkeeper Li had heard about today's Li Jiamo Fang, and called Zhen Niang to ask carefully.

"Grandpa, how can this matter be solved? That is the pine wood that Uncle Jiu exchanged for his life, and he can't cheapen the Tian family for nothing. Zhen Niang said angrily.

"There is no way, the workshop that has obtained the right to pay tribute to ink has the right to expropriate materials, and the only thing the Li family can do now is to fight for a little more compensation." The way of the old shopkeeper Li.

Although emotionally speaking, that batch of pine wood was exchanged for Lao Jiu's life and must not be requisitioned, but from the perspective of the materials themselves, the ink workshop that received the right to pay tribute to ink has the right to expropriate in order to successfully complete the royal ink affairs.

If it resists, the result of zuihou is as Nada Motomasa said, sealing the workshop and going to prison.

"This Tian family, aren't they afraid of causing public outrage?" Zhen Niang hated the way. You must know that the Tian family can do this to the Li family today, so tomorrow they can do this to the Cheng family, the Pan family, etc.

"If it were normal, the Tian family would not dare to do this, but now that it is the pine plague, the ink workshops are having a hard time, and they will have to count on the Tian family to give them food in the future, and the Tian family is naturally not afraid." Old Shopkeeper Li snorted coldly.

"It's just that I don't think Uncle Jingdong will compromise." Zhen Niang said, today Uncle Jing Dong has already expressed his attitude, if the Tian family wants to requisition pine wood, they have to step over his corpse.

"I think your seventh grandmother will have a choice." Old Shopkeeper Li thought for a while.

No matter what, it's better than the ink shop being sealed, today's suffering and patience, as long as the ink shop is there, there will be a day of comeback, and when the time comes, it will be the time to collect debts with the Tian family.

"Grandpa, what did you just say about compensation?" Zhen Niang asked suddenly at this time.

"Requisition is not a gratuitous use, but must be exchanged at an equal price, this is the rule, otherwise, the ink shop that has not received the right to pay tribute to ink will not have a way to live." The way of the old shopkeeper Li.

"Oh." Zhenniang nodded, understood, in this way, it is not impossible to compromise.

"Grandpa, did the Luo family's pine field fall into the hands of the Tian family?" Zhenniang asked.

"It should be." The way of the old shopkeeper Li.

"Can I let the Seventh Grandmother fight for it, and let the Tian family exchange the ten-year cutting rights of the Luo family's pine field." Zhen Niang said.

"Take the ten-year cutting right of the pine field in exchange, if it is normal, then the Tian family will not die, but now, it is the time of the pine plague, who knows how many pine can be used in the pine field? If all the pines in the pine field are infected with pine plague, it is a useless pine field, even if it is exchanged, what is the use? "Old Li shopkeeper said.

"Grandpa, when you used to cut the pine, what should you do with the pine roots buried in the pine?" Zhenniang suddenly asked again.

"What else do you need to do with it, just let it rot in the ground and make fertilizer. Never care about it. "Old Li shopkeeper said.

"Grandpa, do you know that these pine roots will form pine resin oil when they rot in the soil, and the quality of the tobacco used with this pine oil is better than that of the original pine trees." Zhen Niang said.

"Is there such a thing?" Old Shopkeeper Li glared and joked, how many such pine roots are there in the major pine fields? In this way, the raw materials are completely fine.

"My granddaughter has tried it before." Zhen Niang said. She is glad now that the old shopkeeper Li moved out in his early years and didn't know about the original owner, otherwise, it would be really difficult to explain.

"Well, I understand that I will go up the mountain with you and dig some in person, if this is the case, then how about exchanging this batch of pine timber with the Tian family for the ten-year cutting right of this pine field, I think Lao Jiu will not care about it under the spring." Old Li shopkeeper was quite cheerful. (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks for the peace charm of the crispy little potato chips, xiexie support!!!